His passion, his roughness, makes her gasp, and she presses up against him, returning his kiss every bit as fiercely. The light in his eyes excites her, as does the way he pins her hand down, the strength in his grip. That thrill rushes in her blood again, begins to wash away her post-orgasmic lethargy, and she smiles up against his mouth, a grin no less fierce than his.
"Then you had best be prepared to fight for it, my lord," she whispers up against his mouth, and bucks under him, aiming to roll them back over, one leg looping over his hip for leverage.
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Date: 2018-08-18 09:03 pm (UTC)"Then you had best be prepared to fight for it, my lord," she whispers up against his mouth, and bucks under him, aiming to roll them back over, one leg looping over his hip for leverage.